B.O.R.E.D.

I'm so friggin bored and boring lately. All I do is avoid, avoid, avoid. Need to pack. OR, I could take a bath, take a nap, watch this movie so I can return it to Netflix, re-read In Touch Weekly, take another bath, read a trashy novel, shave my legs, take a nap, and on and on ad infinitum.

With all the things I COULD do, where's the time to do the things I SHOULD do?

If nothing else, I'm clean, well-rested, and caught up on pop culture. But then, when isn't this the case?

Ok, so I'm not always clean.

I'm only in NY for about another week and than it's back to the TC. I'm mostly excited, but also a little sad. I'm starting to be unnecessary at work, people have already stopped asking me to do things, I'm realizing all the things I should have done when I lived here and had the chance, but never did and now don't have time. Like go to the top of the Empire State Building, or visit the Frick, or take the train all the way to Coney Island.

The things I'm excited about moving back to the TC for, though, make up for what I'm missing here, namely - my friends! But also, in no particular order: driving, and being able to haul multiple bags of purchases home without having to carry them many, many blocks. The greatest consignment store ever in St. P. My sweet new pad two blocks from Lake Nokomis and three blocks from BK. Directionless North Shore camping with K-Wa. Weekly movies with TDog. Brunch at the Highland Grill. Quarterly drinks with Mueller at the Groveland Tap. Quick and easy access to nature both within and without the city. Midnight disco bowling at Park Tavern Lanes. Rama dish at Taste of Thailand.

I'm sad and excited. I guess this is what they call Bittersweet. Both sweet and bitter. Bitter and sweet. (Please note completely ironic, deadpan delivery of lyrics.)